Page 104 of Perfect Storm
But a second later, Aidan emerged. “Had to plug my phone in to charge,” he said. His face had returned to normal. Levi might’ve worried it was that mask Aidan put on sometimes, but he was fairly certain he could see past it at this point, and he seemed . . .genuinely fine.
“Oh. Alright.” Levi still wanted to ask. But maybe it was nothing. If it had beensomething, surely Aidan wouldn’t be out here with him, acting normal.
“Wanna play someMario Kart?” Aidan asked.
“We’re going to have to teach you another game at some point,” Levi said. If Aidan could be normal, so could he.
“Yeah, let’s get me good at this one first,” Aidan said wryly. “You still beat me like seventy-five percent of the time.”
“Weak,” Levi teased. “It’s more like ninety.”
Aidan’s glance over was full of heat. “Exactly.” He grabbed a pair of controllers and tossed Levi one.
And okay. Even if Mohadtexted, this was Aidan saying nothing between them had changed. They were still going to play video games. Levi was still going to beat Aidan. Aidan would still pout in a way that shouldn’t have been sexy and cute, yetwas. And after, Levi would drag a very willing Aidan to bed. After their orgasms, they’d curl up together and everything would be normal.
Would beright.
You’re fucked, Logan’s voice echoed in his head.
But Levi pushed the thought away. He didn’t need his brothers chiming in—didn’t matter if it was real or not—not when he already felt acutely how fucked he actually was.
Aidan booted up the game, and it was a testament to truly how fine and normal everything was, because he played just as shitty as he usually did. But this time, Levi didn’t have his own head screwed on straight and he played even worse. Aidan beat him twice in a row before he finally managed to pull out a hard-fought victory in their third game.
“Ha!” Aidan crowed smugly. “See! Ninety percent, my ass.”
“You just lost,” Levi reminded him. But then he’d won twice before that. Aidan didn’t need to remind him of what one out of three actually came out to percentage-wise.
“Still,” Aidan said, grinning obnoxiously. It was evidence of his fucked-up mental state that eventhatwas doing it for him.
“And you cheated,” Levi pointed out. He nudged Aidan’s thigh with his own, where it had pressed hot and insistent the whole fucking game.
Levi’s thighs were bigger. Just about everything on him was bigger. That wasn’t bragging; that was just facts. But Aidan’s thigh was still gorgeous. Slim but firm. Rippling with muscle. Muscle that Levi wanted to lean down and bite. Just nibble right along the tendon until he reached the hem of Aidan’s shorts.
“Did I cheat though?” Aidan looked very proud of himself.
Levi glanced down. Aidan’s shorts might not have been nearly as short as Levi’s. It would take some work and Levi would be very happy to dedicate himself to the task, no matter how long it took.
“Andyou still lost.”
Aidan grinned. “Not sure I did, bro.”
“Bro!” Levi squawked and rolled over, pressing Aidan to the couch.
Aidan’s forehead tipped against his, and it was so easy, so right, the most natural fucking thing in the world to kiss him then.
He was fine.
He was fine.
Aidan had told himself when Mo’s text came in that he was, thinking something along the lines offake it til you make it, but the weirdest part was that hewas.
Not just because Levi had just sucked his soul out of his dick, either. He’d been fine before that, too. Fine enough that he’d played better atMario Kartthan he could remember doing before.
He’d come back out of the bedroom, after putting his phone on the charger, and just seeing Levi on his couch made him feel better. Even though the thought Mo had texted did still bug him, a lingering annoyance in the back of his skull that still faded the longer he and Levi sat together.
Until now, when he’d practically forgotten it until Levi turned to him, eyes sleepy and relaxed from his orgasm and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay, bro?”
His first instinct was to say,yeah, I’m fine,even if he wasn’t fine.
